In the memory of childhood, labor always gives people a feeling of heaviness, hard work and hardship. In the former rural countryside, children from the age of six or seven had to do some labor for their parents, and labor thus left an indelible mark on their hearts.
Today, what I still know is growing peanuts for my parents. Whenever spring came and the spring rains soaked the earth, my father would drive the old yellow cow at home, take a puff of smoke, and leisurely walk through the field-based path on the edge of the village, first ploughing the square land on the edge of the village, and then leveling it carefully, even a small lump of soil had to be broken. After my father had sorted out the land, I followed my mother and planted peanuts mixed with cow dung and grass ash one by one. This work looks easy, but it is not easy to do well, it especially requires patience and care, both to control the spacing, but also to grasp the line spacing, sowing thin will affect the harvest of the year, sowing dense will lead to seed waste. After a long time, you will feel back pain, and children often can't hold on for long and want to rest. If so, you will always be attracted by the wildflowers on the edge of the field and the butterflies and bees in the flying, chase the butterflies all over the ground for a while, and pick a large number of wildflowers to revel in alone, instantly forgetting the fatigue and hardships of labor. However, parents rarely rest, always insist until the work in hand is finished, and rarely hear them shouting tiredness, perhaps the hardships of labor have long been worn away by their accumulated calluses. It is their rough hands that hold up a piece of the sky of life and give us back childhood memories of abundant food and clothing.
Today, in the city, work is called going to work, not labor. In fact, going to work is also labor, just mental labor, but compared with labor in the real sense, I always feel that something is missing. And if you think about it carefully, what is missing is the heaviness, hard work and hardship, as well as the comfort and beauty of resting after labor. It is understood that only after hard work, do you know the rarity of rest, only after tiredness, do you know the lazy comfort, only after exhaustion, there will be the comfort of relaxation, only after paying sweat, there will be the joy of harvest, only after chasing the butterflies on the field, picking the wildflowers on the field, only know the beauty of spring and the charm of spring light.